Ildar Abdrazakov, Robert Yuldashev, Bashkir song Azamat

Robert Yuldashev Kuray. Far cross the distance, ay can be seen The white rocks of Irandek mauntain What on the earth the man and his horse Doesnt discover or see By a man of courage ridden horse Has always white and pure sides Wherever a noble man goes His actions and affairs will always be right Classical kuray it is made of a stalk of an um